This is a song about "Cant forget about you"

Forget yall ima do me everyday yall cant touch me

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Cry about it until we forget,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

So forget about throats and slitting maybe you should

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

And forget about everything we fought for,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

And battling me succeeding? man, forget about that,

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

We forget about our ancestor's mission

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Forget about that think of the plus

By a brotha who was hopeless