This is a song about "Circle"

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

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

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

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

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Have a party at my funeral

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Considering rappad the world's greatest accomplishments n' inventions