This is a song about "50 cant"

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

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

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Conjuring mad man spells

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

This is to my unborn child

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike