This is a song about "The fifth"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I just drank a fifth of vodka - dare me to drive? (go ahead)

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Sierra still saying iv played her since fifth

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Ok i hear you talkin

The bigger the the fun

Love your screams ignite my fire, my requiem, the pleading fifth

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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