This is a song about "Merry go round"

I wish we could meet in the ring, go round to round

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Gather round gather round cause i’m home now

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

Getting you sprung and merry

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I bet you try and lose round one just to go home to eat a cinnabon

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Go round for round with the best of the best

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Hard to tie this rope round

They just go around