This is a song about "Back off"

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Take his anger off and spit it and put it back on the shelf

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

While i’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Kick it off, i'll just run it back like devin hester

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

But these freaking hispanic's won't get off my back

On my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss