This is a song about "Tecorrey bald headed self"

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 designated wicked critical closer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Road to success headed to the chair

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

The knowledge of my self still

For real, a nigga ill

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow