This is a song about "Dialing a wrong number"

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

Number five, your raps reflect your life? that's a lie

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Two was a good number for you,

I gots cravin for a number nine

Westside, bitch i run mine

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Like a handless teenager fapping, was napping where'd i go wrong

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Im number one your number two