This is a song about "50 cen"

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

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

You based your life off of 50's shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend