This is a song about "Circle"

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

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

Ok now everythings wonderful

Some, my emotions are a circle,

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

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

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk