This is a song about "Spinner that hold five"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

That turns out to be dress. hold up!

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Pushing carts from that nine to five just trying to stay alive

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

For all that deals,but i got nothing to hold

But hold up, they cant do that to me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Is a space that now you hold

I mean of course just the same old

My buzz is like cocaine

Hold down the ones, that do same