This is a song about "Somalian forehead"

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

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

Got that cross on my forehead,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose