This is a song about "Throw that ass in a circle"

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Throw your body in a ditch

This a roaster, bitch

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Ok now everythings wonderful

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Or we kill yo ass and throw you down in a ditch.