This is a song about "5 senses"

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

So if i do call it's just a check

Penncounting pennys over tha years

To knock you out of your senses

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

The act thrills all of my senses

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I just wanna pretend i'm 5 again

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit