This is a song about "G unit"

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Chillin' with homies and family

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

On they twitter writing novels, see

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

The good kid from the ugly city

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit