This is a song about "Sebastian forehead"

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

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

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

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

Got that cross on my forehead,

Ain't finna peak yet

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

I wonder why we take from our women