This is a song about "Cent"

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

50 cent said it best nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Ju 52 cent sun i boni