This is a song about "Calibre 50"

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

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

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

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

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool