This is a song about "Back stabbers"

So im'ma stand at your back

My four-four's givin payback

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

There is no going back

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Went back on the way back back

I'm about to snap

Wishing i could go back

Sneak up on attack

When i was starving now it's payback

For thinkin you would come back

She was wet off the bat

I bust shots, they bust back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back