This is a song about "Circle"

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

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

I'm flowing in a circle

You can call it commercial

Black clouds circle my weary head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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