This is a song about "Rotation"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I fucked up their rotation and they only got one hit

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

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

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Or babies they raisin

More than 5 blunts in rotation