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

I just want somebody i can see

They had my back everyday it got crazy

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack