This is a song about "Fifty pence"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

I'd rather take pain than call myself fifty cent/

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

But let me add fifty cents to the wishing well

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose