This is a song about "Bald"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

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

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see