This is a song about "Bald"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

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

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though