This is a song about "23 is my number"

Put my number in your phone

Far away from home

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

She was just number one of many girls that fulfilled my fantasies

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I took my number, i waited in line

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

You better get yours fore i reach mine

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I'm took my number and i waited in line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time