This is a song about "Circle"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Black clouds circle my weary head

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions