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

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I didnt even read half the shit you said

And please never disrespect my set

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

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

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I can trigger complete death, but i left you just half dead

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut