This is a song about "Talkin on ma back"

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

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

So snap on you'r snap back,

And daddy's in the cadillac

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Back up on the old hunt,

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt