This is a song about "Bald spots"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

Blind spots of opponents

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

There spots that are vacant

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

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