This is a song about "Forehead"

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

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

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Wale they call me tiger stripes

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

You fool deserve a bravo followed by stamp hoe on your forehead

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

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

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