This is a song about "Round number two"

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Its funny how it swaps round

I'm coming home with you

Im number one your number two

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

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

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Round two, you're asking me to eat you for dinner

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Come wit me you'll smoke around