This is a song about "Circle"

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

I'm flowing in a circle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Black clouds circle my weary head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel