This is a song about "I come around when you least expect me"

So come around the real underground, and expect the results,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Cause when i make this stew

You expect me to respect you?

You can't expect my love to fade when i say it has no limit.

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Third ward general, young cash money

What did you expect when you left with me?

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Come at me when you have a verse that's tight

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Hoping you don't ever come around,

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