This is a song about "Forget ou"

Don't you ever forget it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Tonight is a night you won’t forget

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You forget but remember the reality

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Niggas forget where they came from and forget the squalid

And none that hears it dare forget.

Probably die getting some head

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Don't fuck around and forget that

She don’t give her nigga head

I know that i should forget