This is a song about "Being bald"

When you took my hand up so calm

Im tired of being slepted on

And getting money is the song i sing

I believed in a higher being.

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

I'm the sushi king

For going on being

After that moscato hit

Fuck being counterfeit

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

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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