This is a song about "My cews got my back"

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

Don't beg me back, whore, i got my reasons/

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Back to my place pussy don't got a face

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

But you're loving mine i am the shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

I know you got my back in god we trust

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Cause steady pressure, has got my back

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack