This is a song about "I got shit got back up shot back in da hood is crazy niggaz not even lacking rs man these be drawn thats why i got a strap"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

You chained to it, your brain has been way too influenced

I got back up and since then i ain't been stumped!/

And my momma keep smoking that shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Got a headache, shit half a vicodin, why can't i

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Or a come-up, whos to say? i know i got bangers, why not get paid?

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Soul sublime, thats precisely why i even came back after sayin goodbye

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

They had my back everyday it got crazy