This is a song about "Bring it back you on crack son"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

Let's bring it back to that vintage slim, bitch!

Trying to give them light and a message

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Alright let me bring it back, pause frame

I live my life in tha fast lane

You should be. and when you feel too high, bring it back down when the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga