This is a song about "Bald head"

How you feel in your head

You could say i'm friends with fred

I respect that you don't know yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Another victim dissin the towel head/

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

So if i do call it's just a check

Hearing voices in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Disappointment in my head