This is a song about "Back stabber"

Wishing i could go back

She was wet off the bat

But ever since they came back

Can't win with a passive attack

Jumped up with a broken back

And daddy's in the cadillac

Top dropped down, black on black

I bust shots, they bust back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

My shoes black, slater back/

So, tell my haters fall back

Make the fingers snap

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Never goin back i aint ever lookin back