This is a song about "Coming back"

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I don't know why you keep coming back to battle against me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

Cause what's done is in the past it ain't never coming back

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Tried to get out had me coming straight back like a boomerang,

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And getting money is the song i sing

You coming back to me thats what i'm hoping,