This is a song about "Rounds"

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Go for rounds with a punchline knockout rocky,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always