This is a song about "Photographic memory"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Mind and memory are getting polluted

In the end of a memory that vanished rapidly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Chockin' until my last breath, to a memory that was slashed

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,

U might not've heard of me, if i don't serve u in memory

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes