This is a song about "Around"

We don't care if niggas locked out

As a youngster no one around

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Hoping you never come around

Till i turned that bitch around

I just might throw a big amount

I drive that all around

You gotta help me out

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Cause i ain't playing around

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Hoping you don't ever come around,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

They love it when i come around