This is a song about "Bald people"

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Now that i'm rappin, i'm fucking different people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Good and evil, deceiving deceitful like creeping people

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Like people meeting people online,

Her redder header over a pie, bald

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Inhabit the minds of people

And everything is purple