This is a song about "Circle"

Black clouds circle my weary head

Nobody ain't own us yet

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met