This is a song about "Forget"

I know that i should forget

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I just wanna be higher than that

And forget about the trap,

You forget but remember the reality

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Forget all the temper swings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

My god come before this bread

And none that hears it dare forget.

I know that i should forget

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Tonight is a night you won’t forget

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent