This is a song about "Top 5"

Working my way to the top

Well man i do the yacht

Or babies they raisin

More than 5 blunts in rotation

I fucking hate this job

In hopes to get on top

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Block the pass, we on top/

Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

And i'm already at the top.

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I just wanna pretend i'm 5 again