This is a song about "Big forehead"

It deserves a middle finger, followed by a fool poster on your forehead.

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

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

On trial for possession of some chronic

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love