This is a song about "No turning back"

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

But no matter what happens he will always fight back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Snapple fact: you rather wack

There is no going back

Yo i'm turning back the time

Promise me you won't step out of line

No, i can't live like this, i need to go back, no, i can't go back!

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

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Despising him, no need to fall back.