This is a song about "Relieve me of the times"

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Reminding me of the bad times

We hustle to survive

Like the times my bank starts texting me

But i think i like that, just maybe

For no reason, ain't the best of the times, address the divide

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

What we gotta do to survive

The world seems strange at times

Inflict me and i'll return the favor ten times afflicted

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Take the steps to finally relieve us, from the debts of non-acted threats

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

We'd dine out, those were the best of the times yo