This is a song about "50 bitches"

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

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Visions, dreams of passion

//only lasts 50 seconds in