This is a song about "G unit spinner"

They gotta point em out baby

I'm a grade a o g

I just want somebody i can see

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

We came.. way too far pretty baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Wanna see you work your body

Trying to be a cool g

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably