This is a song about "Remember me"

But you gotta' remember... its me!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Just remember that its me when im attempting these lyrical acrobats

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

So they remember me as the beast.. for slayin they hometown//

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

Them they never left me lonely/ remember the kick backs that we had / man

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

I've raised a flame filled guillotine, just please...remember me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory

Remember you can call me anytime you're feelin down.

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more