This is a song about "You ain t got no back"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

You don;t thin anymore

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Twista finna get up on the track

In other words it's over ain't no way you niggas coming back

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate