This is a song about "Ld fifty"

If you don't want to get burned. lower me to fifty degrees,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

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

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

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

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit