This is a song about "Circle"

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

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

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

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

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

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

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Together all the timethought it was true love