This is a song about "Return"

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Then j cole with the return of some underdog churn

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Your last man was semi pro

Return of the king of flow

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Afterwards return her to the dirt where the worms shit

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

It is a return but i still tell for whats depress

They at the same spot they making no progress

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise