This is a song about "Back stabbers"

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

There is no going back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

So im'ma stand at your back

The door crack, niggas all black

And daddy's in the cadillac

My shoes black, slater back/

Head hancho got my seat back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Sit back,eat snack,watch me fuck you back to back

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag