This is a song about "Five o three"

Its been five years and here comes another

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Poke out from behind her

Mother, o my mother!

Roll up to a five star luxury

But five years from now i bet she see

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm a grade a o g

Yo man bars part number three

Bitch, they call it motor city

At the age of fuckin three

Hopin' that my niggas see

While o stands for omelet

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

That tre five seven stay tuck

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