This is a song about "Getting back"

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

My four-four's givin payback

Went back on the way back back

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Baby, you know who you are

Enemies getting closer.

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

We don't ever make love

Shits getting serious.