This is a song about "Fucking around"

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

// [but what comes around goes around]

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Meek milly racked up racked out

Hoping you never come around

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Imma fucking wrap my hand around his damn throat and squeeze,

I just spit my game out

Til my head turns around

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

When i come around i dont fuck around

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Imma turn my life around