This is a song about "Em back"

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But i gave 'em love back,

The door crack, niggas all black

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Ran back and then i killed 'em 'round eight, had attacks at ten,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Come right back on 'em, fight, and even though it hurts,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth