This is a song about "50 cent"

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Oh right you fap to 50 thats nasty its cool yo

//only lasts 50 seconds in

They gon love me for my ambition

You better learn my friend, you can never earn a cent without them retaining it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

From now in the night you'll find me in the club with 50 cent

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow