This is a song about "Whiping around the coner"

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Army stance, ready for war

Free myself from the people around me.

Must be something you want me to see

Yes iv been on the block but iv come right around

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

I had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around

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