This is a song about "Forehead ass"

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.

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

No one-half and i hate math

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Your life is a product of trash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Fell asleep in first class

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups