This is a song about "The unit"

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

After that, she say

The truth but thats the way