This is a song about "I am gosth rider im killed you at five times"

I find dimes like nine - five

Bring the battering ram where you live

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

At times i petrify jerusalem's click

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her

I know the world may seem to spend so fast at times you cannot see

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times