This is a song about "He stabbed my back"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But then he comes back, fucking brutality

I won't be going to hell. i have been stalked, stabbed, my bones cracked,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

But becarful, or you might be stabbed in the back!

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I was so sincere like nas first name

He in the back spooked from the fame

When i was starving now it's payback

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

He didn't answer back but he bled all on the floor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for