This is a song about "49 cent"

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

I poop so hard my face farts to the

The science and the art, africa

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

I'd rather take pain than call myself fifty cent/

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Or i might destroy you

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Fire on my mind like im green