This is a song about "Spun"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Spun on green... shit! i can't make it!

I spun that motherfucker round and round

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

J. cole's her ghost writer

Called my bluff .spun some new shit. now i'm parked up out the front

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Stop the madness that has been spun, just finish what has begun and run/

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

She spun around kicking him as quickly as he had come

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck