This is a song about "Ld fifty"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries

Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

True, this diss rips through any crew, like fifty guns hit you

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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