This is a song about "Tecorrey bald headed self"

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Self call it heroism

Relying only on self

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Befo they wanna see the big man headed out the door

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for