This is a song about "Nigga back off"

Or let the mob handle that

Back off before you get bit

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Nasty nigga step back

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

Back when kids used to say "nigga, i'm rappin', hip-hop rules!"//

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Go back and lack brain nigga gettin catchy.

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track nigguh gotta come back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag