This is a song about "Round"

They can’t even come around

Going to club drinking round and round.

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I'm just fucking round in class

Little light in the ass

Its funny how it swaps round

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Gather round gather round cause i’m home now

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

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

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

Of objects in the distance going round and round

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

If he does my soul to keep