This is a song about "Fifty cents"

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

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

Fend for yourself, learn how to defend your cents

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

25 to life and 10 cents from bankrupt

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

I need your admiration for infinity

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty