This is a song about "Five themes of geography"

Been on the streets for five years

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

The first five minutes is swell.

This is heaven on hell

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

That tre five seven stay tuck

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

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

Magic city tipping them

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs