This is a song about "Right back"

With stacked rhymes that smack minds right back into last night

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

This is fun though right? looking back in hindsight

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Which is right out back behind my mansion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things right

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass