This is a song about "G unit"

Go and diss me you're history missing g

I just want somebody i can see

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

With a fronted silent g.

10th grade, eyes red as shit

G-unit would make of it!

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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