This is a song about "50 subs"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

You based your life off of 50's shit

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

The day before is better than the present

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night