This is a song about "Circle"

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

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

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king