This is a song about "Slow comebacks"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Let a nigga drive slow,

That's a new flow

I held back my anger and comebacks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

But i can tell you i got some comebacks myself

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

The day started out slow

Bad bitches never loved them though

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Comes up with comebacks with in a minute no need for more

Now them broads gon' follow

And you can do it slow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow