This is a song about "G unit"

I'm a grade a o g

I'd done stacked many

G-unit would make of it!

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

You under me what's your color g?

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

And now you in the hospital, the doctors got a breathing unit,

Cause time is money

On hip hop and grime my g,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Attention is a must

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that