This is a song about "Fifty shades"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

But let me add fifty cents to the wishing well

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

I gotta wear the shades like this just until the sun's gone.