This is a song about "Circle jerkin working and clurkin"

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

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

Some, my emotions are a circle,

Never seen you as lyrical

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

It's time to join are group circle, now you joined and we chanted,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

From working through rain and pain

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

I'm working on getting my moolah any and every day

Start working and get some more flour

I'm pushing it for the corner