This is a song about "Friends turn there backs"

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To increase my ends

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

The brightest rap. i got plaques with gold backs

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Since we were never really friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

When my backs against the wall

And i love you all

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

To their backs and attract the black on black