This is a song about "Dots forehead"

Got that cross on my forehead,

And please never disrespect my set

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots

Connect the dots: i call it interpolation,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

Connect the dots like go, never be able to play me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

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

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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