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

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Although thought that we would grow

You want my fame, heck no

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I want to take it back

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I don't really ever look for vengeance or want to get back at you

Hit the club she drop it low

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

Got no stendos if you want attention

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin