This is a song about "Circle"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

Nigga everything is purple, and these mc's is urkel

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

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet