This is a song about "Fifty"

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

The you should look up in the stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

True, this diss rips through any crew, like fifty guns hit you

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids