This is a song about "Her back"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Then she immediately turned her back as if to shun.

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Got her number, she didn't text me or call back

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

He went back in with his wife, probably to bang her

I come back with none to show her

I chill now...cop a little ice later

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Cold, my style making my nose run

Few days back my sister lost her son....