This is a song about "Daniels bald head"

I'm writing this off my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Holla out my set

And think alone in my head

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Her redder header over a pie, bald

I respect that you don't know yet

She don’t give her nigga head

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Before she fuck with ya head

So if i do call it's just a check

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade