This is a song about "My circle"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Black clouds circle my weary head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

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

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops