This is a song about "Back to sle"

She was wet off the bat

To push this faggots cork back

I've read the textbook front to back/

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Then from the front all the way back to the back of the back

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Now all i am is alone

Welcome back to the throne....

Not taking no shotty to the back

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Back to back we crack 'em back, platinum plaques stackin',

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win