This is a song about "50 w71st"

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

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

And my main bitch, she just started school

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

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Double mg not to mention

//only lasts 50 seconds in

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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