This is a song about "50 cent g unit fags"

I'm a grade a o g

I swear they think i'm crazy

This is love, nothing else close

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Cause all i want is you, baby

But ion show no love g

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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

Im dissing fags over

Just to let you know, you are