This is a song about "The comeback"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

May day, comeback it has been this way rub my back, then let me lay, fuck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But i'm jumping on this track for a major comeback

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Or something that you paid for

Than the birds on the wire