This is a song about "The fifth"

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

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

I drove by with a fifth in me,

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Transactions beginnin' at my actions of my actin' actions,

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

But reality shows ain't real

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

I wonder so often

The bigger the the fun

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky