This is a song about "Roundabout"

I been all around the world

Falling through the sky headfirst

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

She once saw a man she loved when she was looking through the glass,

You can call it commercial

I'm flowing in a circle

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Obviously you're nowhere close to the girl i deserve,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Looking through her soul looking really black