This is a song about "Somalian forehead"

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

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

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

And please never disrespect my set

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Kick back and know yo son set

Got that cross on my forehead,