This is a song about "Bald spots"

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Her redder header over a pie, bald

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

And i'm still hurtin over pops