This is a song about "555"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Less a medium's attend,

Till it descend and i pretend to keep sewing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The fabrics of the universe is unknowing

Never lookin for a handout

Its splendid when it works out

And than i am content, intend to keep going

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

This paper to the pen

9 times outta ten

Half your body laying on my chest

As i write lyrics that send

Never ever pay rent

Waiting for it to end