This is a song about "Five o three"

Mother, o my mother

That's what rains for

I find dimes like nine - five

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

See, it's something about commitment though

Growing up i had your posters o

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

I drop o after o of the loud,

Breakdancing to melle mel

The first five minutes is swell.

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

At the age of fuckin three

This is like riding through the city

That tre five seven stay tuck

Well, um, there's a but