This is a song about "Unit circle"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

If me and those close in my circle didn't meet/

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

G-unit would make of it!

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit