This is a song about "Back up on the beat"

When i was starving now it's payback

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

And when you spit on the beat,

But i'm not worried

Went back on the way back back

I'm about to snap

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Twista finna get up on the track

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

When i spit on the beat,