This is a song about "Back in the saddle"

That’s only if they handle

Your a horse without a saddle

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Help me with something in the back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Explore who's back in the ring

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

The main freestyle king back in the building

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Attack raps with the knife in the back