This is a song about "Electronical back scratchers"

Try to push back i pull back/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Makin money back to back

Sneak up on attack

And a niggas want me back

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

This is why her nigga mad

To push this faggots cork back

There's crack, there's crack

Until you go behind my back

There is no going back

Top dropped down, black on black

Back to back we crack 'em back, platinum plaques stackin',

I cough on the chorus, sneeze on that loose leaf napkin