This is a song about "Doing numbers"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Thats what my dad was doing

I woulda done anything for my own

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Hello challenger how are you doing,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

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

Girls on the street asking for numbers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,