song called- Memory

my soul on a plane got gold in my chain/Got gold in my vains/got coal in my train/it turns into diamonds when ive been $@ne/this a lyrical toothpick thats gonna pick on ya brain/ima lyrical rodent when crossing acros the lanes/yeah uhh see the hurt locker thru the window pane/turn into the target even with no aim yeah/drippin like the water going down the drain yea/jj the jet plane or the train that can/ hook=turn u to memory/ remember me upon the beat/i go hard like concrete on streets/on my grams and thats on me