This is a song about "Circle"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

Some, my emotions are a circle,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ok now everythings wonderful

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle