This is a song about "50 bitches"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Oh right you fap to 50 thats nasty its cool yo

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches