This is a song about "Fifth harmony"

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

These kids, smoking gasoline, i plead the fifth

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Love your screams ignite my fire, my requiem, the pleading fifth

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Together nobody, but total harmony between her heart and thee

In your opinion cause i'm dependent on others opinions

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Cos in the quest for world equality and harmony