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

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

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

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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

Let em marinate, you forever late