This is a song about "50 subs"

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

You based your life off of 50's shit

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

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

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