This is a song about "Unit circle"

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Now my homie's in the hospital with a breathing unit,

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

Black clouds circle my weary head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed