This is a song about "Bald spots"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

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

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

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

I want to feel her in every way

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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