This is a song about "Mo s forehead"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Niggas call me mo ali

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Purple in the red solo,got me movin slow mo

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Cus now im think about mo doe

This prada make me shallow

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Your friends say, why we not together yet