This is a song about "Be right back"

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

Baby got back, shows where ya lack of flow lands ya, right in the back.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And now that i’m getting money

You behind your back you'll be

Gonna be nice creepy, halloween is right around,

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

I attack a rappers track who beefs with me right back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Which is right out back behind my mansion

Things will be right, i say.

To throw it all away

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

This is fun though right? looking back in hindsight