This is a song about "Unit circle"

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Well, i can handle that

G-unit would make of it!

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors