This is a song about "Bald people"

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

So many selfish people

Cause this album pack enough evil

Bun b, i’m underground king

People critically commenting,

This is the root of all evil

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

People steal, people die,

Like people meeting people online,

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

This is for the starving people