This is a song about "Big forehead"

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I respect that you don't know yet

Got that cross on my forehead,

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

From the projects to the penthouse

So damn crisp and so damn big

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet