This is a song about "Fifty shades of grey"

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Shifting on and on through the grey.

And oh, i gotta find my way

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Not to mention wale is on the way

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

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