This is a song about "50 subs"

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

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me