This is a song about "Dots forehead"

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

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Got them little red dots directed at your face

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget