This is a song about "The number 5"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

All this stuff started when the number of the cops was dialed

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash