This is a song about "Suicidal memories"

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

The memories we've got,

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Now he's feeling suicidal, his life story is made a fable,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

My father is the cause of these memories

Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave