This is a song about "50 cent g unit fags"

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Man is overpowered by over waged fags

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

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

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent