This is a song about "Coo rotation"

Did i get rapped up in this vicious cycle of blunt rotation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

I fucked up their rotation and they only got one hit

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

As i declip this bottle of lubrication, spin on the spot in rotation, squeeze,

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Where god at? i need to call him

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love