This is a song about "Back stabbers"

I bust shots, they bust back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Head hancho got my seat back

Make the fingers snap

Do nothing but smack you back

Makin money back to back

The third one is mixed, white and black

Went back on the way back back

The door crack, niggas all black

So, tell my haters fall back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

There is no going back

Can't win with a passive attack

For thinkin you would come back

My four-four's givin payback