This is a song about "Circle"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

Some, my emotions are a circle,

As i light one for ill will

Nigga everything is purple, and these mc's is urkel

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful