This is a song about "Circle"

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

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating