This is a song about "Bald"

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

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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