This is a song about "Comeing back"

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I bust shots, they bust back

My shoes black, slater back/

There's crack, there's crack

Can't win with a passive attack

Can you answer back, answer back

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

The jager in my cup is licorice black

To push this faggots cork back

She was wet off the bat

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Looking for cops behind my back

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat