This is a song about "Forward"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

Forward to murdering you slowly,

And all women who had light features, see

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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