This is a song about "The unit"

Where would i be without my dogs

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

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

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

Got the passion for the music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Had to wear the 13's with them

Do the math, get the sum