This is a song about "Getting back"

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Went back on the way back back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Getting fucked up i'm getting wasted look at the lyrics i've created

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Signs of you getting smoked

Is a space that now you hold