This is a song about "Five head"

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

She likes the way it hits her lips

Been on the streets for five years

Chill son, five more minutes

The jiggas and the tips

Love will have you stuck

That tre five seven stay tuck

High five cause i'm in the spot light

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Roll up to a five star luxury

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

And five days later, maybe more