This is a song about "5 vs me"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Only bout 5. look at me now tho, im kinda fly tho.

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

So i went down south but i ended up north

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

Like a church in debt

Vs me taking a step

I count 5 fingers between you and me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,