This is a song about "Cent"

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

50 cent said it best nigga

My broad is a trophy

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

You better learn my friend, you can never earn a cent without them retaining it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

You somewhere, getting your life in order

I'd rather take pain than call myself fifty cent/

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

From now in the night you'll find me in the club with 50 cent