This is a song about "Five oh"

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

That tre five seven stay tuck

The first five minutes is swell.

Let me call that hotel

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

They had a hell of a run

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

It sends her on a trip so right

High five cause i'm in the spot light