This is a song about "Mo s forehead"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Mo' money, mo' problems

But i guess that shit's just tough love

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Mo' green numbers than the matrix