This is a song about "Bald"

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Her redder header over a pie, bald

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

He was grown with experience and bald as can be