This is a song about "Circle"

Black clouds circle my weary head

Code red, which means you go red

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

As i light one for ill will

I'm flowing in a circle

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

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I exist in-between a circle of moments,