This is a song about "Backs"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

The brightest rap. i got plaques with gold backs

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

Breaking down niggas backs like a chiropractor

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats