This is a song about "Going for back to back titles"

I beg for them to strike back and eat these people,

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

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

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

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

I can't take it back its a little to late for that

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Going back, evaluating each lines of pure genius.

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Going back to them over and over again

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

I beg for them to strike back and eat these people,