This is a song about "Circle"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a 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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

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