This is a song about "I want you back no swearing"

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Third ward general, young cash money

No idea who i want to be

You want my fame, heck no

Call me whatever joe

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Now that i've entered hell i don't want to go back

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

My niggas is winning though

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

Want you back girl i think i'm addicted