This is a song about "Comeing back"

Until you go behind my back

There's crack, there's crack

To push this faggots cork back

This is why her nigga mad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Can you answer back, answer back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

So im'ma stand at your back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Try to jack and i will attack

Wishing i could go back