This is a song about "Five"

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

That tre five seven stay tuck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Chill son, five more minutes

And it weighs a ton

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

Been on the streets for five years

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Five minutes later i hear a scream,

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

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life