This is a song about "I k1ll3d 5 n199az"

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Man i rock nobody's beating me in 5 years

I try providing 9 to 5, i'm blinded by this rhetoric,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I count 5 fingers between you and me

On they twitter writing novels, see

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

But fuck it i did an empathy test and only scored 5 points,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/