This is a song about "Cent"

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

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Half your body laying on my chest

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

My all gold rolly or the

50 cent said it best nigga

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

What them tippers don't see

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent