This is a song about "Mates turn there backs"

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Breaking down niggas backs like a chiropractor

I'm after you bringing traffic through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

My so called mates all turned to snakes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

Know it good when she go no hands

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

No take backs opposite of reposasetion,this will be my profession,

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

So kicking backs the only place i'll find my peace of mind

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Hoping my information, alleviates the hesitiationi can see it clearly now

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