This is a song about "Never going back"

Money got my fam going back words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Going into crime its time to fight back

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Well im going in never gonna stop

Ever since then i had no job

Never did i think i was going to rhyme tight,

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Go home, never come back

This is why her nigga mad

Never did i think i was going to rhyme tight

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Going back to them over and over again

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Could just leave and never come back