This is a song about "Backs"

The hurt continues to haunt me still till this day/ flash backs of

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

To their backs and attract the black on black

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

But if i catch back up with you, i'l crack the backs off all of you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Man oh man looka all those "backs" he just spat on the pad

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

The brightest rap. i got plaques with gold backs

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats