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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

That connection to music back again i love it

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

"loud at night again, i'm sorry." yeah right.

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Back at it again all this money that i spend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

The pain is gone then i read it and its back again.

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

God damn back to you again,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Attempts at assassination caught the shot threw it back

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Alright we're back again, pop gats again