This is a song about "Gangstas back"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Never goin back i aint ever lookin back

Top dropped down, black on black

Try to push back i pull back/

Went back on the way back back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Say you through will all my foul ways

In the booth back to back wednesdays

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Then fly over to other side where gangstas ride

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Makin money back to back

But i ain't get to see you today

Gangstas dying from day to day