This is a song about "I only fuck you half past five"

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

And i been torn in half, ever since the day i gave a fuck

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

I fly fuck a nine to five never wear a tie

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

But in five months i'll be on my own, which path will i take...only god knows.

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,