This is a song about "Be right back"

I come right 'round they'll be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You behind your back you'll be

This is like riding through the city

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Things will be right, i say.

But keep them cigarettes away

Parallel on the other side

It gets to be so right

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch