This is a song about "Pen spinning"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Got these haters heads spinning like cycloones wait thats a

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

I'm slipping from existence and spinning through a dimension

The paper to the pen.

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I'll never call you bitch again

Punch the clock, click the pen

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

I'm why baby mommas leave