This is a song about "Knights of the round table"

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

They just go around

Keep the party turned round

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Eat her out, now she's the table

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible