This is a song about "Five times"

You better get with the times

If i could have 25 wives

And five days later, maybe more

She leave her hair on the floor

That tre five seven stay tuck

I love you though i'll still fuck

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five

This happened to me five times and as i recite rhymes.

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

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

Been on the streets for five years

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

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