This is a song about "I never go back"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Once my pen kissed the pad, i never went back/

Time to go back, i guess i liked being a corporate clone.

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I gotta go back to school god dam it

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I never regret any shit i say, i back it up

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact

I hope i stay here forever i don't ever wanna go back

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Now i got to go but i will be back,