This is a song about "Right back at it again"

Come right back on 'em, fight, and even though it hurts,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Hey little boy, im back again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Spit it back at you as coal and set fire to it

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Thought it was over right at the dead end, but then

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

And put it back together again but in a different way so thy shit in your mind

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

I'm coming back to home again

Hoes row got beans in them

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass