This is a song about "Getting him back"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

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

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

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Getting back to just spitting with all my motherfuckin might/

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Once him and i got back to class it was time for recess

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Despising him, no need to fall back.