This is a song about "Circle"

If me and those close in my circle didn't meet/

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Black clouds circle my weary head

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

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

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,