This is a song about "Back stabbers"

And a niggas want me back

And daddy's in the cadillac

Makin money back to back

Twista finna get up on the track

Until you go behind my back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I bust shots, they bust back

My four-four's givin payback

I'm about to snap

There is no going back

Back and forth, and then back again

Shit, we don't believe none of them

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat