This is a song about "Talkin on ma back"

And daddy's in the cadillac

So snap on you'r snap back,

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

She was wet off the bat

Went back on the way back back

Cause ma life turned on me like a damn war///

As soon as i walk in the door

You're the last one on ma hit list, cause you're on a mentalist check list

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.