This is a song about "Scratch on my back"

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

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And the reason that i'm going

I got my life back on track

This is why her nigga mad

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass

Cause i’m back on my grind

As: they will be so surprised