This is a song about "Circle"

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

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

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

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

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down