This is a song about "Circle"

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

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

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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