This is a song about "Circle"

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

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

Nigga everything is purple, and these mc's is urkel

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

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

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