This is a song about "I have your back"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Lord have mercy i act a fool, maybe i need to go back to school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I can't back down, because i have the passion for it

That i talk back to your every word

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

This rap is golden i have to go in, get back in place if your actin bold

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

I don't have time to poke back that strange guy that thinks i know him,

I send your ass back down napoli

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey