This is a song about "50 cent diss"

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

50 cent jay em was good ask me 2 pac was the real hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would