This is a song about "Circle seven"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven

Been doing music since i was fuckin seven

She never ready to go so she forever come

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run