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

You come around, gun ‘em down, you’ll get beaten up,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Cause everytime you come around

Where you come up also where you drop down

I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Hold this shit down, just to get me a come up

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

"come on you must have felt something?!"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

But somebody goes out and they just must lose it,

// [but what comes around goes around]

Every year i get it out