This is a song about "What goes up must come down"

Beautiful nightmares must come true

And word i blew off herb i grew

What goes around comes around mother fuckers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

What goes up must come down, there'll be smiles there'll be frowns

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Up and down on what? she be on my thang!

Real niggas never hate another man

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Here what ever i say goes

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Can't decide, take em out

// [but what comes around goes around]