This is a song about "Back at it"

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

36. take a seat at the back,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

Coming straight at yah watch yah back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

And just looked back at the whole situation

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Notable, holla back at my initials

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Attempts at assassination caught the shot threw it back

Hit it til your make up missing

Im back at there house now there panicking