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

// [but what comes around goes around]

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

What goes around comes around mother fuckers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

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

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/

"come on you must have felt something?!"

But i ain't listening

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

No, no, we are not those

Here what ever i say goes

What goes around comes around

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out