This is a song about "Circle"

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle