This is a song about "Loosing something close to you"

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

It's hard to say your something, when you can barley speak,

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

You want to say something about me?

If i tell you to do something, you better be compliant,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

You get close but no cigar

That gal want me ride har

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

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Always up to something…

Straight g thing, double m g thing