This is a song about "A big forehead"

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

My god come before this bread

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You fool deserve a bravo followed by stamp hoe on your forehead

Just a scheme of big corporations,

Got a nigga seein things

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

It feels like a big race,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb