This is a song about "Behind my back"

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Striving to survive when colors burst behind my eyes

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

Bend over motherfucker kiss my behind,for i have to rewind,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I'd done stacked many

You behind your back you'll be

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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