This is a song about "Forward"

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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

Keeping me moving forward

Pulling down her skirt

Always stay advancing forward towards the next belt

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Whatever happens to me i just keep on forward

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Change what we did in the past and look forward

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,