This is a song about "Vivid memories"

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

My childhood memories are still there..

They tryin to say that i don't care

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

The vivid storyteller, confessor of sins dweller

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Killing the game, call me picasso with the vivid picture i create

I'm everything that they call nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,