This is a song about "50 shades of granny"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

I gotta wear the shades like this just until the sun's gone.

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

//only lasts 50 seconds in

And picture me rollin

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday