This is a song about "50 cal"

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

50 cent said it best nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Then put it into sex drive