This is a song about "The five"

On the bible you can run

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

The youngest of my mother kids

Chill son, five more minutes

These chalance give me balance

Been on the streets for five years

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Destined to win, get respect where i live

That tre five seven stay tuck

Money i make em buck

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise