This is a song about "Zacks 5th"

On the 5th of the first month,

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

You redundant, you never ever change

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went