This is a song about "Five themes of geography"

And five days later, maybe more

And you ain't gotta go to war

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

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Chill son, five more minutes

Its been five years and here comes another

We fuckin' it up this summer

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

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

I find dimes like nine - five