This is a song about "Second round"

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I spun that motherfucker round and round

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I think i need to stop, yall was hurt before second round

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

She wasn't faithful, always out creepin' round

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Big and full of frights, in carts going round and round

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Facing me around, take another round

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

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

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count