This is a song about "Fuck u 50 cent"

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

You see now that nigga lonely

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

Working day or night

Bitch cuz amma fuck u tight

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

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

And surely gonna fuck u... fuck u down deep

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep