This is a song about "Back on my shit"

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

I'm tired of people talking shit behind my back.

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat