This is a song about "Circle"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

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

Black clouds circle my weary head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

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

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle