This is a song about "Around em"

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

When i come around i dont fuck around

Hoping you don't ever come around,

I go, in when i start putting words out

Fuckers run around with the birds so just leave em with the fishes

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

You're lumbering around,

The sun's always out

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

No reason to be around

Pop it back stick it out

I thought it'd get better but

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

// [but what comes around goes around]

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out