This is a song about "They hate that im bald"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

We on a world tour, wale your man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

They may not like it, but they ain’t gonna hate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

They think that im slacking off

Speed up, patience, please cause

I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Her redder header over a pie, bald