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

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Oh well at least i tried ill come back another time

Come around the real underground then expect the results,

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

Hoping you never come around

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

You expect me to respect you?

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

What did you expect when you left with me?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

High on loud when i be ridin' out

They love it when i come around

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along