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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

No king just someone that can influence others to follow gracefully/ and i got lust in the back/

Get aload of sarap thinking he can rap ill pull the trigger an leave your brains in your hat,

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Got his back no matter what

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You got no ability