This is a song about "G unit"

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Fuck fame, fuck money

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

You under me what's your color g?

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

We call each other homie g,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I'm a grade a o g

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/