This is a song about "Back up"

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Kay we're back, up all night, kinda pensive

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!!

Can't win with a passive attack

Jumped up with a broken back

Back then you couldn't top up for me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle