This is a song about "Mates turn there backs"

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Breaking down niggas backs like a chiropractor

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

To their backs and attract the black on black