This is a song about "Unit circle"

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

And i be countin' money till i pass out

G-unit would make of it!

You, you, you have to pay for that

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Have a party at my funeral

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep