This is a song about "50 cent g unit"

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

But ion show no love g

Do you think i'm crazy

I’m tryna be low key

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

We call each other homie g,