This is a song about "Your forehead"

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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