This is a song about "Amendment 5"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Considering we've been denied of every fucking amendment!

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

6 popping 5 dropping

I just wanna pretend i'm 5 again

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Where god at? i need to call him

More than 5 blunts in rotation

So sublime this is where i work 5 to nine

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging