This is a song about "Talkin on ma back"

All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

My four-four's givin payback

So snap on you'r snap back,

Stumble on back before i attack

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

If you keep talkin shit, i'll piss on your face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Get ma bitch on her knees, an i tell her suck then//

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Back on subject this one time,

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine