This is a song about "Circle"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

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

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

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

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

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

That collectively murks ur style and the circle u stay around//