This is a song about "Unwinding memories"

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

So many memories, that she cries about

It’s hip-hop, not pop

The memories we've got,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Of your memories in tha dozen

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Credit card late fees

It brought back memories...

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

X's and o's, you must be the rose