This is a song about "5 vs me"

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

More than 5 blunts in rotation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture