This is a song about "Scratch on my back"

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

I wanted to come back on my own, start cracking g's,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Should be harder to find

Cause i’m back on my grind

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

With the city on my back i carry this town

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I've returned though see, slowly back on my feet

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep