This is a song about "Bald people"

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Like people meeting people online,

People steal, people die,

Don't ask me why

Lady at the frank stand will

Cause i'm leaving people

Questions enter the minds of people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

From the people who control to people

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

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

As i light one for ill will

Inhabit the minds of people

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I'm a savior to these people,