This is a song about "Back miaj"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I bust shots, they bust back

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Looking for cops behind my back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

But ever since they came back

My shoes black, slater back/

And daddy's in the cadillac

For thinkin you would come back

Top dropped down, black on black

So im'ma stand at your back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag