This is a song about "Bald headed bitch"

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

Either in the visual, lyrical or audio

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Fuckin myopic bitch

And me and my girl always seem like we headed in different ways

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see