This is a song about "Scratch on my back"

I don't need no one to scratch my shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

This is why her nigga mad

I got my life back on track

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad