This is a song about "Bald spots"

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

My nigga, its all love

Blind spots of opponents

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

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

And it begins to phase him more each day

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

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