This is a song about "7th circle"

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

I'm flowing in a circle

You can call it commercial

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,