This is a song about "5 vs me"

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

With bombs strapped to me, attached to my anatomy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Once as a slave who imagined being free