This is a song about "Get back together"

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Then get some back to mommy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Trying to get his life together, or something of that sought

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

Forever together

You have this letter

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Watch we'll get back together you'll see

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

So get back for some closure

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

And put the pieces back together my way

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party