This is a song about "Forward"

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Always move forward never strife

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Forward to murdering you slowly,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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

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