This is a song about "Have y all backs"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

When my backs against the wall

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Man oh man looka all those "backs" he just spat on the pad