This is a song about "Five nights at freddys murder"

When you spill out hits

Chill son, five more minutes

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Been up plenty of endless nights.

All the time with this glock of mines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Under heavy strobe northern nights

In the coldest days darkest nights

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true