This is a song about "Five themes of geography"

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

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Girl back up and give a high five

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

Sky high, iced out paradise

I find dimes like nine - five

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Its been five years and here comes another