This is a song about "One five"

My lady friends never really be into the life

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Young as five/ but none despise their conditions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Been on the streets for five years

Not king james, these were coke kings

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Chill son, five more minutes

A twenty somethin cup

That tre five seven stay tuck

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random