This is a song about "Behind my back"

Doing this behind her back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Of camels stacked behind his back, i can't even gasp

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Looking for cops behind my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Which is right out back behind my mansion

You behind your back you'll be

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find