This is a song about "Forget bout the knif"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

You, you, you have to pay for that

And forget about the trap,

Jobless, broke—man forget about the prospects

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

That we can't forget the past.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Inferior, but i'm nice

And dont forget the fries

And the people will forget you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

We all follow the decree of dali lama, forget