This is a song about "Diving behind my niggas"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Niggas talking behind my back that's articulating

Now i left my "competition" drowning behind

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

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

I'm tired of people talking shit behind my back.

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

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

All my niggas still drilling shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Pimping behind the palisade my fortress is a palace