This is a song about "Backspace"

You gather your thoughts and then return here undetected,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Return of the king of flow

Ima keep that on the low

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

What would i do if i could reverse it?

Trying to climb up inside,

Look, now roll my j tight

Bitch i am in your head.

You could say i'm friends with fred

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

My voice make her wet

I'm writing this off my head

Is written in our souls, africa

Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.