This is a song about "Circle"

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

I run a tight circle so i don't need you,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

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

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating