This is a song about "50 cent"

And my main bitch, she just started school

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

I'd rather take pain than call myself fifty cent/

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her