This is a song about "Backhand"

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

I'll backhand slap you, and write a track to tell you what i don't like!

Your ego's whack man/ i'll hit you with a deebo backhand

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Then like an abusive husband i'll give you a backhand,call that x-men the last stand

The girl received a backhand and tried to make a stand

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

I'll backhand slap you, and write a track to tell you what i don't like!

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight