This is a song about "50 snick"

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

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

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

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Conjuring mad man spells

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster