This is a song about "Fakes flip now running town now they back"

And you running for the door. pause.. rewind.. now do it

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking i'm trashy

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

Now i'm taking it back

This is why her nigga mad

You take my shit, flip it around, and now you think you sick?

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Now the old me is back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son