This is a song about "One love to the man in my circle"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

As i light one for ill will

I'm flowing in a circle

The thoughts i've thought up lost up in my brain, man i got enough to

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

Or know them testament verses

I swear she's the one i love

See i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Get a call from my mom, one love/

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

You're the reason why i keep my circle small