This is a song about "The return"

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

So don't return bitch cause i'll squish you like you're an earthworm

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Afterwards return him to the dirt with the worms inside the pit

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

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

And of course, my car's off course

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green