This is a song about "49 cent"

Like poop smeared on the walls

Shots, they back and forth

Or i might destroy you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

From now in the night you'll find me in the club with 50 cent

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Give the bomb the spirit so i can spirit

49. for a reason for treason,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Odor absorbing gel

Let me call that hotel