This is a song about "Five head"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)

Girl back up and give a high five

She need up in her life

And this the endso good luck with your career

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

And five days later, maybe more

Army stance, ready for war