This is a song about "Call it back to back"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Sit back,eat snack,watch me fuck you back to back

Try to push back i pull back/

The door crack, niggas all black

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Spit it back at you as coal and set fire to it

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

We kick it back and forth, you can call us meth and red,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The jager in my cup is licorice black

To your counterattack i just counter it back