This is a song about "The return"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

Ha, running rebel on another level

Return to the source for the ultimate revel

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Time after time, again and again

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those