This is a song about "Fucking around"

And i don’t take no dames out

You're lumbering around,

Hoping you never come around

And i like my window tinted out

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

// [but what comes around goes around]

There must be another route, way out

When i come around i dont fuck around

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Just fucking around with a weird fast flow type shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

They got me trapped

Everyone around laughed

Secret society all we ask is trust

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk