This is a song about "Back stabbin"

Went back on the way back back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Makin money back to back

There's crack, there's crack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Now i'm taking it back

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Twista finna get up on the track

Looking for cops behind my back

Top dropped down, black on black

In their designer jean's back

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist