This is a song about "Remember the times"

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

But to think the first 3 times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Reminding me of the bad times

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I really remember and miss all those times

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Remember 1964 the liston fight

That's how we make it right

Girl, you remember all does times,

Dc's here, this is where crack lives