This is a song about "Rotation"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

More than 5 blunts in rotation

I fucked up their rotation and they only got one hit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

As i declip this bottle of lubrication, spin on the spot in rotation, squeeze,

Did i get rapped up in this vicious cycle of blunt rotation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin