This is a song about "The world being round"

I'ma finicky about being round you wannabes,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Of objects in the distance going round and round

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Keep the party turned round

He just throws it around

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Long as she come to me first

Ima change the whole world

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Take her round the world yep we'll see many sights

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world