This is a song about "Fifty cents"

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

You know i stick to the script

20 cents and a ball of lint

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Haven't been kicked out since i've made some cents

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends