This is a song about "50 cen"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

You based your life off of 50's shit

A legend have to bow, africa

50 cent said it best nigga