This is a song about "My back"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Cause i’m back on my grind

So, tell my haters fall back

I'm about to snap

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Looking for cops behind my back

Brought me back to my misery.

Must be something you want me to see

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I got crap attached to my back

My four-four's givin payback

My shoes black, slater back/

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed