This is a song about "Five o"

Mother, o my mother

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But look, she went and dialled triple o

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

I'm a grade a o g

Looking at your money

Every day from 9 to five

Hop in and let me test drive

Only out a year, now facing life

I find dimes like nine - five

Hit the club she drop it low

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Yo....you know i'm five seven/