This is a song about "My circle"

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

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

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Black clouds circle my weary head

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

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