This is a song about "Go back to the bench"

From the bench to the ball

And we can't fall

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

One taste of the red pill and you'll never go on back to blue

What time is it, huh? check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I make food for the family, go back to insanity