This is a song about "Ld fifty"

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Split if fifty-fifty, get it, street struck, i'm spinnin' the truth,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Death total 49, i'm no 49er i need fifty

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I feel like i got fifty cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett