This is a song about "Going round the worls"

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

All the times i wasted sittin round gettin high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Notation of a mathematical dilation. push, provoke the big red round button

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

All my other people that dance around

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round