This is a song about "Bein bald"

They say nothings ever free

Eyes so glossy from me bein bossy

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

It's roc nation, this my team

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

It's about bein' human and accepting all the flaws

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

I'm triumphant like trumpets, yall bein played like a fiddle,

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle