This is a song about "Nine till five"

And five days later, maybe more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Uh ha, you know what

That tre five seven stay tuck

She likes the way it hits her lips

Chill son, five more minutes

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Come get some, you little bum

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

But that was only one time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

In my hand theres a nine

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air