This is a song about "Fucking around"

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

What goes around comes around

High on loud when i be ridin' out

We don't care if niggas locked out

// [but what comes around goes around]

Till i turned that bitch around

You gotta help me out

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Fucking around in class teachers thinking i'm an imbecile

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Just fucking around with a weird fast flow type shit

I just spit my game out

Hoping you never come around

There must be another route, way out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around