This is a song about "Spin"

Staring from the mirror leaving my head in a spin

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

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

Twist and spin and slit my wrists until the mortician embalms me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

Everything must get its own spin to it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that