This is a song about "50 w71st"

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

And that's jay line i had to quote that

You based your life off of 50's shit

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

And i like my marijuana bright

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,