This is a song about "Behind that"

Better leave it all behind

Cause i’m back on my grind

All the people you left behind.

But i just wanna make love to your mind

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Snorting coke behind that couch in which you're starting to cower

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

"got better view than imax, fucking your behind"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I hope that the man behind that mask would come out from the glass/

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was