This is a song about "Being stabbed in the back"

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

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

Just for me being weird in the past/

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Twista finna get up on the track

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

With such an ugly picture in it and

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

But you're the one who stabbed it

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for