This is a song about "Backs"

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Them they never left me lonely/ remember the kick backs that we had / man

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne