This is a song about "Circle"

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

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

If me and those close in my circle didn't meet/

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout