This is a song about "Tecorrey bald headed self"

Texting my mama current self

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'm coming after y'all like a seven headed hydra,

I was headed down over to the head shop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

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

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Relying only on self