This is a song about "Bald"

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

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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