This is a song about "Chasing circles"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

I not chasing no hoe

Niggas say i'm loco

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Call it double time runnin circles round ya dead last

Get it popping like some kernels sipping syrup blowing circles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups