This is a song about "Chloe s 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

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

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

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

The world looking out, they on the front row

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s