This is a song about "Circle"

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

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

Black clouds circle my weary head

Give us this day, our daily bread

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

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

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