This is a song about "Rounds"

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

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

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Often found at expense of softer rounds blasted at the fodder mounds

Together all the timethought it was true love

Your blushing, cuz my fist gave you rounds of kiss tough,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Go for rounds with a punchline knockout rocky,