This is a song about "Bein bald"

At least for the time bein

For thinking you clean

At least for the time bein’

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

But two parts each bein half.

Felt like i was bein' cut by a knife

Sky high, iced out paradise

Others are bein driven crazy

Must be something you want me to see

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

?i'm tired of bein' poor & even worse i'm black

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal