This is a song about "Circle"

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

Black clouds circle my weary head

That's boa, see that's my set

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Some, my emotions are a circle,