This is a song about "Fiddy pounds of cash"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Damn man we got 25 pounds of colombian coke

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene

Thinkin' all them cash thoughts, take a drink of the tonic,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip