This is a song about "What who you hanf around"

// [but what comes around goes around]

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Who knows what you'll find if you enter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

What goes around comes around mother fuckers

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,

What you wouldn't be always told myself watch who you eat with

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

It's not what you have it's not what you got it's who you become as you take your shot

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And who knows what happened, elementary