This is a song about "Dylans 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

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

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Got that cross on my forehead,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread