This is a song about "Circle"

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

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

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped