This is a song about "Foxdale five"

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

And five days later, maybe more

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I find dimes like nine - five

Don't give a fuck, litter life

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Young as five/ but none despise their conditions