This is a song about "50 cent push"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Don't even try to push your luck/

Let's enjoy our younger years

Push them down my elevators

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Farther and farther they push me.

Cause all i want is you, baby