This is a song about "50 pence"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

The glare makes me hard to find

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

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

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit