This is a song about "Bein bald"

Por que no nosotros? nosotros son muy bein!

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I'm stressed just not quite, obsessed with bein' liked

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

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

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

Bein the one always hated

My bitches fuck me good

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

At least for the time bein’

And i put you on the team

I'm dreaming to be great

I don't believe in bein fake