This is a song about "Circle"

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

That collectively murks ur style and the circle u stay around//

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

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

Black clouds circle my weary head

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet