This is a song about "Bald headed bitch"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Everybody watching while you touching real money

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Then play you all my latest shit

Careful where your headed

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,

Befo they wanna see the big man headed out the door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace