This is a song about "Bald spots"

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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