This is a song about "Circle"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

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