This is a song about "Rideing around"

Weed up, better make a sound

// [but what comes around goes around]

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

Hoping you don't ever come around,

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

You're lumbering around,

Imma turn my life around

So don't ask me why they strung out

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,

So i turn to look and find out

Bottles be popping around

What goes around comes around

Baby heading down a cloud

As a youngster no one around

Cars? got to whip it out