This is a song about "Circle"

That's boa, see that's my set

Black clouds circle my weary head

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

You can call it commercial

Some, my emotions are a circle,

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

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

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

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

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating