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

I know we be down, but i'll bring us back in it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

My conscious only knew whats half tight

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Anything more? yeah bring it on you stupid hoe/

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

That flooded streets with crack is comin 'back, it was never gone,