This is a song about "Circle"

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

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

Black clouds circle my weary head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

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