This is a song about "5 30 fifth"

5. walk over rappers like laminate flooring,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

These kids, smoking gasoline, i plead the fifth

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth

We can't relax, 'cuz i gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!