This is a song about "Mates turn there back to drugs"

Bars designed to turn back time

But check out how i roll mine

Looking back to those days, there could be so much more to be done

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

My so called mates all turned to snakes

We ain't playing no fucking games

But most times darling the sequel sucks

She would have been there is it wasn't for the drugs

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

Turn around im hit ya back

Twista finna get up on the track

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Back up there gambling they wait a few months to record again

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back