This is a song about "Fifty"

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Split if fifty-fifty, get it, street struck, i'm spinnin' the truth,

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

True, this diss rips through any crew, like fifty guns hit you

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Now it all came back on her, doesn't even look like she's fifty three

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that