This is a song about "Tecorrey bald headed self"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

To really think about where my life is headed

Self made bitch im coming soon.

You can pick the next room

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

I was headed down over to the head shop

Fuck im getting big headed

I'm on my uk shit