This is a song about "Circle"

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

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/