This is a song about "50 cal"

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Nigga fuck the black and whites

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

So everything retro come across so corny

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

I told myself that i would play it cool

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit