This is a song about "Back"

Can you answer back, answer back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I'm about to snap

Jumped up with a broken back

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

So im'ma stand at your back

This is why her nigga mad

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

For thinkin you would come back

Make the fingers snap

Back and forth, and then back again

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them