This is a song about "Spin"

With a little bit of passion

She started to spin, i began to grin/

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy wheel.

Who take those words right out their mouths and you spin it

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Everything must get its own spin to it

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks

We don't ever make love

Spin it like a circus