This is a song about "Baby yor my number on"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

So let's have a toast, everything fine

I took my number, i waited in line

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Put my number in your phone

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

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

On toys for my baby princess

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Your body on my body baby stickin like some glue

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon