This is a song about "Forward"

Fading out of my memory i must push forward,

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

Forward to murdering you slowly,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

School ended and i was looking forward to the holiday wiv you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And for that i never look back but upon forward

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard