This is a song about "Diving behind my niggas"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Until you go behind my back

Bend over motherfucker kiss my behind,for i have to rewind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

You, you, you have to pay for that

All my niggas still drilling shit

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Looking for cops behind my back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Niggas hiding behind that screen like some rays: gamma

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

All my niggas ride or die

I shine like something in the sky