This is a song about "Plead to the fifth"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And id plead the fifth. . . but the stories are twist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I couldn't do much but cry, scream and fuckin plead

What do i gotta do, get down on my knees and plead?

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

You drop to your knees, and plead

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'll murder ur my mind and plead insanity.

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical