This is a song about "Dsr 50"

Half your body laying on my chest

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Not even my favorite rapper

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her