This is a song about "Running a round"

Blow up by tonight. but who am i? still running round spitting all these lame lines.

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Head spinnin' like a ferris wheel, round and round,

The round ricochets into your crew and pulls a columbine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Will spin round the world like a tornado

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Get yours; you know what this about

Slowly round me gathers a crowd