This is a song about "Back stabers"

Make the fingers snap

Wishing i could go back

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Sneak up on attack

Went back on the way back back

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I bust shots, they bust back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Head hancho got my seat back

Can't win with a passive attack

And a niggas want me back

I'm about to snap