This is a song about "She might be five o"

Your girls head is crazy, she might be sick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

I battle five keep on my competition to be a giant, lines defiant

With the piece that kel was rocking

Some of em might be harming

Parallel on the other side

Say its absurd, you might be right

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Your best bet might just be to retreat

Sometimes i think, what i need