This is a song about "7th circle"

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

And on the 7th day, focus on seeing the light

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

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

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir