This is a song about "Don t look behind you"

Looking at your money

You behind your back you'll be

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

They all look crippled behind me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I've got everyone behind me minus you

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Just remember when there's no-one there, don't look behind