This is a song about "Trying to get my girl back"

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Trying to hold back my feelings is something i've had to do,

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

All i'm trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

I'm trying to get my life right. i'm dark trying to get to the light.

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,