This is a song about "Five on it"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Its been five years and here comes another

And bad bitches give me head and tell

The first five minutes is swell.

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Dreamed about it for five years straight.

Man it goes on and on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

We're young and we don't give a fuck

That tre five seven stay tuck

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

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Roll up to a five star luxury

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice