This is a song about "50 subs"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer