This is a song about "Whiping around the coner"

Everything especially the people have changed around

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Until the ip blocker cockblocked all that shit ask around

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

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

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

And i know - there'll never be peace

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Free myself from the people around me.

Bitch, they call it motor city