This is a song about "Backs"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

When my backs against the wall

Now we must stand tall

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

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

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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