This is a song about "5 or 8"

And my civ 5 regime.

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Whatever weather, cold or warm

December 4th a star was born

Or i'll never be pacified

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Heard it and snapped in 5 pieces

She can make a pimp fall in love

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Where god at? i need to call him

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Like the chakra or the mayans

So here i am at the store for some chips