This is a song about "Five paragraph essay"

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Chill son, five more minutes

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Been on the streets for five years

I shed so many tears

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive