This is a song about "Around it"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

But i'm coming back around like a relapse, get it?

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

I could click it and stick it flip it around and kick flip it.

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Naw i'm done fuckin' around, i'll put it down

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown