This is a song about "Turning 50"

Turning you bitches to splatter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

She was the queen of the club

Turning up to that wale

When they posten bail

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Yo i'm turning back the time

There you lyin’ a rhyme

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win