This is a song about "Back chat"

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Jumped up with a broken back

The third one is mixed, white and black

Twista finna get up on the track

Went back on the way back back

To push this faggots cork back

And daddy's in the cadillac

Went back on the way back back

The door crack, niggas all black

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill