This is a song about "Going behind my back"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind

Looking for cops behind my back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Now i left my "competition" drowning behind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

There's crack, there's crack

Doing this behind her back

Going into crime its time to fight back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I'm tired of people talking shit behind my back.