This is a song about "Fuck u 50 cent"

Now get off the mic coz i say fuck u

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Selfish [ fuck you] , u are so blessed guy well its a gift came

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Half your body laying on my chest

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

You kids sweet / fuck ur bitch tweets/u dudes r pussy

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

From now in the night you'll find me in the club with 50 cent