This is a song about "Forget"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Never forget what ya meant ta

If your man want to bet

I know that i should forget

I know that i should forget

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I know that i should forget

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Care about, but i can't seem to forget

We forget about our ancestor's mission

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Cry about it until we forget,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Forget all the temper swings

Lil prps like 3 digits