This is a song about "Somalian forehead"

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

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Your heart was false just like the words you said

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason