This is a song about "Five paragraph essay"

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Been on the streets for five years

Look, i tried to call it quits

Chill son, five more minutes

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

To be alive with a grand baby who's about five

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

They like talk to em young

9 months while holding in life

Every day from 9 to five

Money i make em buck

That tre five seven stay tuck