This is a song about "The number 5"

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

And it's actually 5:20, learn to fucking tell the time

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Your not far from the treasure, 5 big pleasures.

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