This is a song about "Relive good memories"

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

My childhood memories are still there..

Years back you believed that the world was fair

This is how she want to live

Relive all the good times

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

All the memories and never remember this place/

Smoking weed out in london

Of your memories in tha dozen

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

Relive all the good times

We hustle to survive