This is a song about "Around"

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

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

No more, we caked out

When she f***in' turns around

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

When i come around i dont fuck around

And i'm not playing around

If you to check out

Hoping you don't ever come around,

I go, in when i start putting words out

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

You could never find out

Bottles be popping around

Rappers complain about this, but they turn around,

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out