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

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

In a game that'll throw you down, every time you climb up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Throw me a different clip, maybe that will solve it

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

The sad as happy throw a smile on that bitch

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