This is a song about "Forgetting"

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up

Shit, my brains a bottomless pit, i feel like im forgetting something,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Start forgetting, beauty fades, you can't explain

You're forever forgetting the ropes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Lost of all words, forgetting its night,

So you finally got the nerve

Forgetting the factors