This is a song about "Winners circle"

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Just me with all y'all, that'd be so wonderful

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Last aint for me thats wy they got winners for,

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore