This is a song about "49 bars"

Death total 49, i'm no 49er i need fifty

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You're fucking with me, nigga

I poop so hard my face farts to the

And mine somewhere bout mars

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Ships that sail to distant places

But not cool cause my house comes with

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

But you hate them navel kisses

The bomb is can bwe you is

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

To raw i make da beat die