This is a song about "Fuck u 50 cent"

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Fuck u, u don't get a sign of prevalence

Fuck that u would die on the spot no propper oxygen

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Fuck u i've been free since 1863, stress free,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u