This is a song about "50 cent the fagit"

Please pass me the vial

As i light one for ill will

Rob you on the street with the nine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Put a rubber on the .50 and make you suck the bullet out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Done with the corny rhymes

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

You better get with the times

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook