This is a song about "Talkin on ma back"

My frst promise to u is that you’ll always be on ma mind , just like a scar/

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

When you hit on ma man, you went the wrong way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Penalty your leadership critiquing me some from the bleachers

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

Back up on the old hunt,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and