This is a song about "Fifth shades"

We can't relax, 'cuz i gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

But reality shows ain't real

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single