This is a song about "Scratch on my back"

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I put my shoes and jacket on and get my schoolbag on my back

But i will keep on pushing till my, back bone cracks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

No turning back now/ got my team on my back now

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

My rhymes on hold but i'll be back again

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men