This is a song about "The back of nathan s head"

I work hard for everything i get

Hit em in the back of the head

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Head hancho got my seat back

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

I told him get his 9 and run

I hold the head of a gorgon

Then from the front all the way back to the back of the back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

All of the hair from out my head

Your heart was false just like the words you said