This is a song about "Circle"

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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