This is a song about "Round and round"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

You up for another go round?

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Head spinnin' like a ferris wheel, round and round,

Its round two and i don't what the fuck to write

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Cause everytime yall come around

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

The round ricochets into your crew and pulls a columbine

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Weed up, better make a sound