This is a song about "Mo s forehead"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Niggas call me mo ali

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Ok you think a nigga shallow

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

And be alive any many mini mo

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button