This is a song about "Doing numbers"

Girls on the street asking for numbers

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

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

Lemonhead end up dead

The numbers burst my head

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Why not me the same thing

(not really sure what im doing)