This is a song about "50 bitches"

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Is written in our souls, africa

50 cent said it best nigga

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

You based your life off of 50's shit

See i let my nigga split that