This is a song about "Hannah s forehead"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

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