This is a song about "Round ass"

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

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

I just might throw a big amount

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I come right 'round they'll be

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Cause everytime yall come around

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Trails snake round the river,

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

You already know you're dead