This is a song about "Mates turn there backs"

And tell all you mates that im killin you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

I'm rapping for my mates

It’s something that’s in your veins