This is a song about "G unit"

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

On hip hop and grime my g,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

I came up hungry

I'm a grade a o g

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Third ward general, young cash money

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

But they can't do nothing to a g/

I got bigger problems baby