This is a song about "Bald spots"

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

They all see my life from a childish position

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Blind spots of opponents