This is a song about "Volleyball bald"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio