This is a song about "50 subs"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Half your body laying on my chest

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Then we cut, look how she say my name

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Good love then i can do that for her

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster