This is a song about "Fifty shades"

If you don't want to get burned. lower me to fifty degrees,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

But let me add fifty cents to the wishing well

Give me dome, then let me skate

Got on my darkest shades, this man is made

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Death total 49, i'm no 49er i need fifty