This is a song about "Unit circle"

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

The master of this rap shit

G-unit would make of it!

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Black clouds circle my weary head

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

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever