This is a song about "50 cent"

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Half your body laying on my chest

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,