This is a song about "Gods got my back"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Back to my place pussy don't got a face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

They had my back everyday it got crazy

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Don't beg me back, whore, i got my reasons/

Look this the joint that could get me the spins