This is a song about "Atomic unit"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

The dead society of a poet

G-unit would make of it!

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Atomic bombs i drop on y'all,

Just as you rose you will fall

Of atomic particles split into two parts

All on the furniture with no regards

I don't think you'll get your unit tests to pass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash