This is a song about "Remember the times"

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

Remember the days you fought

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough

All the time with this glock of mines

Reminding me of the bad times

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I really remember and miss all those times

That i feel is my true fear, for to remember happy times....

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Just to make it in this broadway lights

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Girl, you remember all does times,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights