This is a song about "Circle"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

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