This is a song about "The 5 pillars of islam"

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

First off congratulations on the win

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

A military mind mean money

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order

Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique