This is a song about "Round 1"

I'mma catch you next time around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Weed up, better make a sound

Going to club drinking round and round.

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Give us this day, our daily bread

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Of objects in the distance going round and round