This is a song about "Andis forehead"

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Took the red pill, forehead scar, i'm the chosen one

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Cutting me this worthless check

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet