This is a song about "Circle"

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

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

I'm after you bringing traffic through

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

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

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