This is a song about "Dads 50"

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

The science and the art, africa

50 cent said it best nigga

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Jungle fever for the night