This is a song about "Circle"

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all