This is a song about "Stabbed in the back by you"

Still nobody cared, you could see by the look in his eye,

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking i'm trashy

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Then i stabbed in their dicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And align you back in the place that you define

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Influenced by the feeling you instill in me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy