This is a song about "I ll spin"

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

Real light jab to opponents

You ll catch some mean lumps

Words in my brain rotate and spin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They can’t even come around

I make your head spin round,