This is a song about "Five second papus"

That tre five seven stay tuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Chill son, five more minutes

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Funny 1st verse serious second,

Secret society all we ask is trust

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Been on the streets for five years

Its been five years and here comes another

"contemplate", i wrote about her

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

An atheist to a christian in one second

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear