This is a song about "Sweet memories"

My childhood memories are still there..

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

My felonies are all based in memories

Ill keep it short and sweet

We can't catch the beat

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

So don't follow me home

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Me and my peeps often meet

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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