This is a song about "Go back in life"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

So dig that,go back to your room,daddy's back

But you know i control your soul, motherfucker do what your told

This rap is golden i have to go in, get back in place if your actin bold

I wanna go on strike on life now,

Will somebody please show me how

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Until you go behind my back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Just give her back. or life, life, life expect attack.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

No, i need to go back, no i can't go back. i can't go back!

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

I got my life back on track

My four-four's givin payback