This is a song about "Bald head"

Im going to get some head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Basically blood leaked from her head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

My god come before this bread

How you feel in your head

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Im trying to see her in bed

Black clouds circle my weary head