This is a song about "Figet spinner"

I fucked up their rotation and they only got one hit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Overdosing on emotion, roller coasting through motions

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

She spun around kicking him as quickly as he had come

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

I'm slipping from existence and spinning through a dimension

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Who take those words right out their mouths and you spin it

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Tumbler rapist eatting pages

There'd still be niggas out killing

My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing