This is a song about "Back stabers"

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

Try to jack and i will attack

But ever since they came back

Looking for cops behind my back

This is why her nigga mad

Makin money back to back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Lookin' for these better days

For thinkin you would come back

Twista finna get up on the track

Do nothing but smack you back

Make the fingers snap

Never goin back i aint ever lookin back

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag