This is a song about "Our memorys"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Covering our behinds.

Going broke, no sir

Your our provider

Watch over our trendy seeds

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I call it speaking tongues

He has bust our nuts

Celebrated , there we put our

Or something that you paid for

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

No time for a break , good times memorys filled with laughter , its money sought

Your our provider

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds