This is a song about "Return"

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Now she return the favor, she sucking on my dick

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

It is a return but i still tell for whats depress

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Cause ill get stuck one day, and return to my grave

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live