This is a song about "Five guys"

A twenty somethin cup

That tre five seven stay tuck

To be alive with a grand baby who's about five

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

And five days later, maybe more

Some old bitch that we did before

Roll up to a five star luxury

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

Picture me lettin this chump survive

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five