This is a song about "But now im back"

Im back at there house now there panicking

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

Now i got to go but i will be back,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

But now i'm trying to think back / talk fast

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

But now i'm back again, going hard as hell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks