This is a song about "50 cnet"

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Sweet, okay makes sense

Conjuring mad man spells

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her