This is a song about "Go back in time"

You living in your dreams, it's time to snap back to the reality

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

My flow is so tight i'd probably kill nine before i blink twice, and go back in

Wishing i could go back

Try to jack and i will attack