This is a song about "Bald head fred"

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

So if i do call it's just a check

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

And please never disrespect my set

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

That's boa, see that's my set

How you feel in your head

My voice make her wet

I'm writing this off my head

Ain't finna peak yet

I hear it in my head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

And think alone in my head