This is a song about "Em back"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

If these motherfuckers stop us, then we're fighting 'em back,

I wanna earn respect, let em know about me when they play my track back.

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Platinum back again, asinine when they asking em

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

I'll start a rap and bomb 'em back with a fuckin' flawless craft,

Time to pay em back, gotta make a little noise.

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys