This is a song about "Ld fifty"

I feel like i got fifty cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Can you picture my specific plan

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Bun b, i’m underground king

Fifty millions and we're still growing!