This is a song about "Forget about my life"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

If i told you about my sex life

Least we forget about jamie

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Jobless, broke—man forget about the prospects

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Into linen cloth don't forget about the drill

To forget about you.

I call em up, they might fall through

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Forget about that think of the plus

Forget about the knife and just fuck life!

She don't really care about anyone advice

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Cry about it until we forget,