This is a song about "Second round"

Facing me around, take another round

Then get out your seat and jump around

You up for another go round?

Reason i stuck with the sound

I wish we could meet in the ring, go round to round

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I make your head spin round,

Weed up, better make a sound

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Nobody ain't own us yet

Its funny how it swaps round

Walking on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

She wasn't faithful, always out creepin' round