This is a song about "50 cent the fagit"

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

If this is the right time

Rob you on the street with the nine

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Without your love it's cold as fuck

The victims real shaken up

Let me rideuntil i get free

Ju 52 cent sun i boni