This is a song about "Your forehead"

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

They bringing me fish and chips

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

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

Your on fire.. your on fire

Poke out from behind her

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love