This is a song about "Black numbers"

In numbers as her body decomposed.

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

In the house, holla back

We kung-fu that jack black/

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas

The deadliest set of mcs wrecking necks and getting checks with several numbers"

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position