This is a song about "Unit circle"

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

And trying to start today with arguments

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

I run a tight circle so i don't need you,

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks