This is a song about "Round number two"

No reason to be around

Keep the party turned round

Now that's six cops found on that ground

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

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

Facing me around, take another round

Everytime you come around

But i apologize for not walking you around

Of objects in the distance going round and round

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

But look at me, it's round two like the preakness