This is a song about "Photographic memory"

It's like you dropped your laptop without backing up your memory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This a different motor man better go to work

Fading out of my memory i must push forward,

And these amphetamine routines might be a memory

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

‘till i die of exhaustion, and all your memory, it fades,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

In the end of a memory that vanished rapidly

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

This is for the memory of emcees like deshaun holton,