This is a song about "Unit circle"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

And now you in the hospital, the doctors got a breathing unit,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

Black clouds circle my weary head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

I'm flowing in a circle

You can call it commercial

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,