This is a song about "5th"

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade