This is a song about "What comes around goes back around"

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Come back around and track 'em down like bassett hounds,

I've been around the globe just to be sent back home

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I influence many, as rhymes come and go it goes around continuous,

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Just playing around, laying some ground for what comes next

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

So now i struck you down, it comes around, now that's funny, see?

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money