This is a song about "Doing numbers"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Love passion flashin gassin fibonacci sequence spiral numbers frivolous

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

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

Thats what my dad was doing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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