This is a song about "Ridin round my block"

So stay fuck about my block.

He say, she say." oh my god

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Plus i masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

Plus i masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Yow am ridin around in my

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Cause my daddy wasnt round, nigga dropped a dime

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Concrete buildings yea they block my ray.

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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