This is a song about "50 barz"

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

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

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

You based your life off of 50's shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter