This is a song about "Forward"

So now im lookin forward to bein onstage.

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

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

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Whatever happens to me i just keep on forward

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

Fading out of my memory i must push forward,

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house