This is a song about "Circle"

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Just me with all y'all, that'd be so wonderful

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

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust