This is a song about "Being bald head"

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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

Or let the mob handle that

Fuck being counterfeit

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And think alone in my head

The numbers burst my head

My god come before this bread

Like a church in debt

And think alone in my head