This is a song about "Getting him back"

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

She'd do anything now just to bring him back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

I don't have time to poke back that strange guy that thinks i know him,

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped