This is a song about "5 1 5 0"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

5. walk over rappers like laminate flooring,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

5 times i must repeat it, then 5 times must delete it.

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

And i like the hoes that need passion

I count 5 fingers between you and me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

If they pigs/5-0/the fuzz we haul out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

It ain't hard to make money

Mj when her toung out 5 ee

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

I'm breathing for a purpose