This is a song about "Talking shit behind my back"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

You behind your back you'll be

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Looking for cops behind my back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Doing this behind her back

And daddy's in the cadillac

But when i stop my talking,

What up girl, tell me how you been

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Talking shit behind my back will get you smacked

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My mind full of lesions left behind the bull shit reasons