This is a song about "Surround"

I drowned the penetration but still found myself set to surround generation

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I'll surround you with words, attack you with metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Trying to get lost of this world, words will surround me,

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Temptations surround me infatuated with the blow

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Town kickin ass if you fuck up me and my crew are gonna surround

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you