This is a song about "Spin"

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

I make your head spin round,

Everytime you come around

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I could spin circles around you on any track

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin