This is a song about "50 bitches"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

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

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Now move a little bit to the left

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

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

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,