This is a song about "Pepperidge farm remembers"

And so i kill the brain that remembers so well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Half your body laying on my chest

The elephant man remembers how he felt...

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

That it remembers the look on your face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Raising mutants on a farm.

My sim card's the bomb

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

Let's enjoy our younger years

Left me at the farm with strangers