This is a song about "Sexy forehead"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

I'll leave a z on your bottom right after i poke you~sexy zee,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

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

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

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

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

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

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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