This is a song about "Circle"

That collectively murks ur style and the circle u stay around//

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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

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

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

I'm flowing in a circle

The world is so typical

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/