This is a song about "Bald people"

Questions enter the minds of people

Cause this album pack enough evil

This is the root of all evil

Inhabit the minds of people

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

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Theres 7 billion people,

I see all these people

Inhale my color purple

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want