This is a song about "Back"

Until you go behind my back

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Can't win with a passive attack

Went back on the way back back

With some bartles and james

In the booth back to back wednesdays

To push this faggots cork back

Twista finna get up on the track

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Went back on the way back back

The door crack, niggas all black

Wishing i could go back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I bust shots, they bust back

Head hancho got my seat back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap