This is a song about "555"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

As i write lyrics that send

Flyer then the rest of them

This paper to the pen

Waiting for it to end

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And i'm suspended in the air floating

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Till it descend and i pretend to keep sewing

Its splendid when it works out

I've got nothin' to worry about

The eyes can't comprehend

Hold my tears i tried my best

To increase my ends

You on a journey that bends