This is a song about "Fifty cents"

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

If you try to sell an album it just won't #make #cents

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents