This is a song about "Forget"

But he forced himself to forget,

No check back, in debt yep

Forget all the temper swings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I know that i should forget

Kick back and know yo son set

Niggas forget where they came from and forget the squalid

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Whether teddy or pat

And forget about the trap,

He'll never forget her, scared forever

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Every damn rhyme, you won't forget