This is a song about "2 cent"

You see now that nigga lonely

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

But there's nothing else inside

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You better learn my friend, you can never earn a cent without them retaining it

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

50 cent jay em was good ask me 2 pac was the real hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes