This is a song about "Circle"

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

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

If me and those close in my circle didn't meet/

Give us this day, our daily bread

Black clouds circle my weary head

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

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet