This is a song about "Forward"

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

The ride lurches forward and slowly creep towards our fate

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

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

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

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

The wrong drink, the right work

Keeping me moving forward

Walk into my great place, cozy

Forward to murdering you slowly,