This is a song about "Being stabbed in the back by your bestfriend"

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

Keep in mind the thought of your life flash by,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

That crap i spat stabbed both of us in the back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

You needed your top angel back in heaven, to help the by and by.

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die