This is a song about "Rounds"

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Go for rounds with a punchline knockout rocky,

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

Another day as i step out the door

Cause i'm a cold hard killer that spits out rounds you won't survive

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

What do you know we are upstairs gettin ready to go a couple rounds until i got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block