This is a song about "Bitches stabbing me in the back"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

I had to fight back and shit

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Take a shot for me/ back in the day

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

It gettin chilly back in philly so i grabbed me the gin/

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Help me with something in the back