This is a song about "49 cent"

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

And i got mad love to give

But not cool cause my house comes with

I don't normally, i-i-i don't normally

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

To raw i make da beat die

Why you call me back? don't lie