This is a song about "Forward"

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

So now im lookin forward to bein onstage.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst