This is a song about "Josh the little dees bitch wanting me back as yo boy"

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

When i was starving now it's payback

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

Yo i'm turning back the time

She prefer the dutty wine

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Hey little boy, im back again

Had to wear the 13's with them