This is a song about "Forgotten ones"

After im gone im forgotten

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Legends go, but never are forgotten

Soon to be forgotten and erased.

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Thought this was forever love

But not one of dem good ones

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Know it's time for the red ones