This is a song about "Round two"

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Of objects in the distance going round and round

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Puttin two and two together

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

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

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Facing me around, take another round