This is a song about "Circle"

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

If me and those close in my circle didn't meet/

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

Out of place like a circle of squares calculating

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out