This is a song about "Around it"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Don't talk about it, walk around it, there's no breaking borders,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Turning this place around, man, i'll show it my worth/

But i'mma ride around, and some day i'mma get it

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

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

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

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

The shit that i spit is more

Or keep small it around four