This is a song about "Behind my back"

I'm tired of people talking shit behind my back.

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

My mind full of lesions left behind the bull shit reasons

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

Every day was a saturday, shit

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

With a little bit of passion

Which is right out back behind my mansion

Striving to survive when colors burst behind my eyes

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise