This is a song about "Circle"

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

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Some, my emotions are a circle,

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

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

I run a tight circle so i don't need you,

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props