This is a song about "The unit"

The weed into the bong

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

G-unit would make of it!

I'm on my own shit