This is a song about "Bald head"

I'm writing this off my head

So if i do call it's just a check

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Basically blood leaked from her head

That's boa, see that's my set

Loving you is clouding my head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

And think alone in my head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

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

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

Bitch i am in your head.

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

He was grown with experience and bald as can be