This is a song about "Five point"

That tre five seven stay tuck

Well, um, there's a but

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

I find dimes like nine - five

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

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