This is a song about "Bald people"

Cause this album pack enough evil

So many selfish people

Dont we have enough death , people

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

And werent we just the two cutest people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

This is the root of all evil

This is for the starving people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Now that i'm rappin, i'm fucking different people

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

From the people who control to people

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Lady at the frank stand will

Inhabit the minds of people