This is a song about "Tecorrey bald headed self"

Road to success headed to the chair

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Careful where your headed

I'm on my uk shit

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,

Befo they wanna see the big man headed out the door

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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

This is the part where we run hip hop

I was headed down over to the head shop

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low