This is a song about "Unit circle"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Now my homie's in the hospital with a breathing unit,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

One night love: i'mma need that

G-unit would make of it!

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

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

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I'm flowing in a circle