This is a song about "Going behind my back"

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Of camels stacked behind his back, i can't even gasp

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Money ain't a thing

Where is my life going,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Looking for cops behind my back

Know no going back only talking progression,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest