This is a song about "7th circle"

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Code red, which means you go red

Black clouds circle my weary head

I run a tight circle so i don't need you,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through