This is a song about "Du boy unit"

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

G-unit would make of it!

And talk some more shit

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Du press so i took breaths

I'm on deck i'm up next