This is a song about "Vivid memories"

My father is the cause of these memories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I lose it in this music, using vivid imagery,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

My childhood was full of bad memories

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

Vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Gritty lyrics display the difference in vivid images i make

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My childhood was full of bad memories