This is a song about "Bald head"

Musical shots at your head,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Your friends say, why we not together yet

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

One day a bed

The numbers burst my head

Bitch i am in your head.

Give us this day, our daily bread

Loving you is clouding my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money