This is a song about "Back stabbin"

Never goin back i aint ever lookin back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Make the fingers snap

Imma' take a step back

In some dumbasses back.

My four-four's givin payback

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag