This is a song about "Circle"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

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

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

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