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

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

This is why her nigga mad

Help me with something in the back

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Before we see it's hard to live

Find me stuntin for the bitches

And i got a little big, keep it low key

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy

Now the old me is back

Try to jack and i will attack

Dispatching the stabbing

Don't want to be the king