This is a song about "Five on it"

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Every day from 9 to five

Because i see right through your disguise

I battle five keep on my competition to be a giant, lines defiant

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

I got five on a dime just follow my cursor

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

But in five months i'll be on my own, which path will i take...only god knows.