This is a song about "Circle"

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

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Some, my emotions are a circle,

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

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

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

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings