This is a song about "Bald"

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Her redder header over a pie, bald

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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