This is a song about "Back off shes min"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track nigguh gotta come back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Why am i worse off now than i was back then

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

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Back when shelby had that timberwood, off the fam good

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Break off a whole brick they blast back but i won't stop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not