This is a song about "One five"

He say he unemployed,you gotta nine to five

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Roll up to a five star luxury

I just want somebody i can see

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

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

Money i make em buck

That tre five seven stay tuck

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys