This is a song about "Black numbers"

I roll my dice because i'm all about the numbers and the fame/

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Girls on the street asking for numbers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Don’t you be holding back

And i thought i was black

Nigga everything is purple, and these mc's is urkel

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,