This is a song about "Fifty pence"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

You pull up in parking lots

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Bitch, they call it motor city

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids