This is a song about "Doing numbers"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

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

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

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

Thats what my dad was doing

Love is so confusing

In numbers as her body decomposed.

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

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"