This is a song about "Cent 93"

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Puttin' bitches in coma's cause of my finger blastin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Cummin' on your ass like i'm droppin' a creep tumor

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Gonna poke that pussy with my spine

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent