This is a song about "Get back to colorado"

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Not back to your mind, there they get caugth like fear tears

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Tried to get out had me coming straight back like a boomerang,

When that money calls i holla back

Lets get back to the track that im attack,

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,