This is a song about "50 shades"

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

With a little bit of passion

//only lasts 50 seconds in