This is a song about "The five themes of geography"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

Chill son, five more minutes

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And five days later, maybe more

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I find dimes like nine - five

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

Every day from 9 to five

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead