This is a song about "50 snick"

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I seem to love these whips - a white

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Conjuring mad man spells

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Live for tonight, before tomorrow's amnesia

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