This is a song about "Five secnds of summer"

Girl back up and give a high five

I need a backyard full court size

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

I find dimes like nine - five

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Something worth dying for

And five days later, maybe more

Oh, why do i live this way

Summer school? ya, ok.

At bunker hill hot summer,

I ain't did shit officer

I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see