This is a song about "The five"

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

They bringing me fish and chips

Been on the streets for five years

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

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

I find dimes like nine - five

Sky high, iced out paradise