This is a song about "50 pence"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Half your body laying on my chest

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she