This is a song about "Bald"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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