This is a song about "Our memorys"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Who crawls deep inside our mind, takes our faults and takes our triumphs

You told me god was the answer

Celebrated , there we put our

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Regardless, we flawless in our imperfection/

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Their failure's our shame

I ain't interested in fame

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Covering our behinds.