This is a song about "Bald"

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Either in the visual, lyrical or audio

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