This is a song about "Circle"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

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

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

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Some, my emotions are a circle,

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

You never had a son, in the physical or literal