This is a song about "Five guys"

That tre five seven stay tuck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Incase they get jumped my 20 guys

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

While guys were wastin time credit

Get the zippo and spark the shit

True player, cory mo cold as hell

The first five minutes is swell.