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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

That crap i spat stabbed both of us in the back

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

This ''kid'' needs to be stabbed in the face until his pupils dilate

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Keep in mind the thought of your life flash by,

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Snapped your back in half followed by decapitation hot as cajun

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

I stabbed the world in the back and formed a style thats abstract