This is a song about "G unit"

Now that am no longer b i g

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

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

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

With a fronted silent g.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We call each other homie g,

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve