This is a song about "Back off"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

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

Dammit he's back to get smacked off my track,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Rebound ya sounds off the back board

The locomotive is off his tracks so holla back if my raps

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

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

Off the top like a confiscated snap back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Back off before you get bit

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track