This is a song about "Whiping around the coner"

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

We watch the world change around us

Yes iv been on the block but iv come right around

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

That collectively murks ur style and the circle u stay around//

The world around me, more and more blurred

The concept is so absurd

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

In the shadows of dark with no light around

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

While you thinking that at the top i haven't been around

All prada, flow is all water

I'm just around the corner.