This is a song about "Fantastic five"

I'm so fantastic, even the oldies love my racket.

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

High five cause i'm in the spot light

Cause you didn’t play the game right

And five days later, maybe more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Fantastic, ripping rap savages, pass it on, i have to sin,

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,