This is a song about "Being bald head"

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Took the form of a human being

She say she love me more than anything

The ear worms in my head,

Like a church in debt