This is a song about "Behind my back"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Talking shit behind my back will get you smacked

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Niggas talking behind my back that's articulating

Than the muse of a family

You behind your back you'll be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You behind your back you'll be

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Striving to survive when colors burst behind my eyes