This is a song about "47 my number"

I'm took my number and i waited in line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Im number one your number two

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Soon as i get home

Put my number in your phone

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

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