This is a song about "49"

Cause bitch, i'm big business

The bomb is can bwe you is

Like poop smeared on the walls

And of course, my car's off course

Give the bomb the spirit so i can spirit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

I mean the game been dry

To raw i make da beat die

Is written in our souls, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the