This is a song about "Circle"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Have a party at my funeral

I'm flowing in a circle

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops