This is a song about "Forward"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

And for that i never look back but upon forward

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Fast forward some years later, a teenager, this is fun sweet

So now im lookin forward to bein onstage.

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

In slow motion for the cause. pause.. forward.. fuck!

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

As people move forward, i move backwards. room bastards, that's what

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.