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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I cry and beg for you to come back polished

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Know no going back only talking progression,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Going back to them over and over again

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Makin money back to back

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

The door crack, niggas all black

There is no going back

Try to push back i pull back/

Make the fingers snap