This is a song about "Bein bald"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Show ‘em how much they really mean

At least for the time bein’

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

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

What them tippers don't see

Others are bein driven crazy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Eyes so glossy from me bein bossy

She got that good good

Bein the one always hated

But two parts each bein half.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh