This is a song about "I ll spin"

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

See dog? rap is my aim

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy wheel.

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Spin it like a circus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

He dont want the diamonds

You ll catch some mean lumps

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I 'll just stick ta hate songs