This is a song about "I got your back"

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

I got a laptop in my back pocket

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

That i talk back to your every word

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

I got crap attached to my back

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

But i got a little sidetracked, don't worry now i'm back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

I got a laptop in my back pocket

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip