This is a song about "50 subs"

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Lookin’ for some action

//only lasts 50 seconds in

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

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

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

If its not couture, i will not go to her

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,