This is a song about "50 subs"

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

The dead society of a poet

You based your life off of 50's shit

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

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that