This is a song about "Bald spots"

And bijies like im out and

There spots that are vacant

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

And i need you to show me love

Blind spots of opponents

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Her redder header over a pie, bald