This is a song about "Lost round"

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Gather round gather round cause i’m home now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Of objects in the distance going round and round

She need up in her life

I lost mona,i lost wife

That fat ass looks juicy and round

I'mma catch you next time around

Im trying to see her in bed

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round