This is a song about "50 cen"

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

That's the sound of my tool

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing