This is a song about "In the cut hangin back"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

My four-four's givin payback

In the back of my mind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Ain't got no room in the back

This is why her nigga mad

Hangin out the window, i might get the blast

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

There's crack, there's crack

Went to school and sat in the back

I'll cut him like he's walking in the lunch line slow

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though