This is a song about "50 pence"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride