This is a song about "Bald head"

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

My god come before this bread

Bitch i am in your head.

She don’t give her nigga head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I'm writing this off my head

You already know you're dead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head