This is a song about "Hannah s forehead"

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

S on my chest like a superman vest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest