This is a song about "Chloe s forehead"

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

Haha lots of hate, chloe

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free