This is a song about "Circle"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Black clouds circle my weary head

Im trying to see her in bed

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I'm flowing in a circle

You can call it commercial

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

I run a tight circle so i don't need you,

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

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

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