This is a song about "Quater back"

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

For thinkin you would come back

There is no going back

This is why her nigga mad

But ever since they came back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

Try to jack and i will attack

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Until you go behind my back

The door crack, niggas all black

Looking for cops behind my back

Yeah, the sex in the sack