This is a song about "Circle"

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

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

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

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

Have a party at my funeral

I'm flowing in a circle

Black clouds circle my weary head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red