This is a song about "Dissing 50 cent and tech n9ne"

Beautiful are thou, africa

50 cent said it best nigga

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

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

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

A few hackers could destroy us, we all rely on tech and,

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window