This is a song about "Circle"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Ok now everythings wonderful

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Black clouds circle my weary head

I work hard for everything i get