This is a song about "Bald"

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Her redder header over a pie, bald

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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