This is a song about "I want music back"

Why am i here today writing this music,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

That connection to music back again i love it

I don't want to hear my name again, the shit's in the back,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I'm in back writing music while drinking sprite

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Now i want you back so we can start this over

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Top dropped down, black on black

And a niggas want me back