This is a song about "Calibre 50"

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

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

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her