This is a song about "Sebastian forehead"

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

Got that cross on my forehead,

Finding more light to shed

She don’t give her nigga head

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

It deserves a middle finger, followed by a fool poster on your forehead.

My music is more graceful then johann sebastian bach,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

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

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said