This is a song about "Round head"

Reason i stuck with the sound

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Keep the party turned round

Mind your motherfucking business

You cant get your fat head round this.

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

The lines they flow lyrically, spherically, round in my head

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Of objects in the distance going round and round

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots