This is a song about "Bald cut"

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Well, um, there's a but

Money i make em buck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

I cut the crap recklessly

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Took the van, went snatch her

Cut your wig off, barber