This is a song about "Have y all backs"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

If i have to memorize all these lines/

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

We all a little racist, and we all have a preference

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

But if i catch back up with you, i'l crack the backs off all of you

I have mastered all the relations

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Y you bitches think im playing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

But y can't you fucking see

Wanna see you work your body

I love you only aid for you y

These haters hope i hurry up and die