This is a song about "5th"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

On the 5th of the first month,

Shout out my nigga miles

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

P-i double l in the building

Like baseball this is the 5th inning