This is a song about "Back stabing"

Try to push back i pull back/

The third one is mixed, white and black

To push this faggots cork back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

But ever since they came back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Can you answer back, answer back

Makin money back to back

This is why her nigga mad

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

In the back of a chevy that’s all black