This is a song about "Bald"

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

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

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe