This is a song about "50 cent pussy"

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

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

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I think you're a pussy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her