This is a song about "Doing numbers"

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

9/03/13...... @ 8pm. those numbers branded in my heart,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

In numbers as her body decomposed.

And my regime includes east coast