This is a song about "Nigga back off"

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Chilled out beat, laid back nigga i'm blowin o's

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

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

While i’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

U should take a day off nigga....better luck next time!!!

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay