This is a song about "Forehead"

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

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

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open