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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I'm flowing in a circle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating