This is a song about "5 god"

Mj when her toung out 5 ee

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

10 fives, 5 tens, 8 twenties its nothin!

So if it comes down, may the best man win

More than 5 blunts in rotation

5. walk over rappers like laminate flooring,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

It all belongs to god

And sins we got

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Heard it and snapped in 5 pieces