This is a song about "Spun"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I spun that motherfucker round and round

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

She spun around kicking him as quickly as he had come

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle