This is a song about "Mates turn there backs"

And i ain't got what it takes

I'm rapping for my mates

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

From dusk till i wake, there will be no mistakes i gotta turn into day somehow

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

But my mates said i'm a loser

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Cold, my style making my nose run

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs