This is a song about "Never goin back to no basic shit"

I had to fight back and shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Theres no way out, except goin down south, back to where you came about

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

After that moscato hit

Not basic i change shit

No, i need to go back, no i can't go back. i can't go back!

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Despising him, no need to fall back.

No wonder she left you, said you do it so basic

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

My life path is chosen and there's no goin back