This is a song about "Ill be right back"

I come right 'round they'll be

And niggas flashing crazy

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

But you know ill stay struggling just for right now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Ill have you back steppin slapperin travelling again

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.