This is a song about "Figures"

Figures thousands in week

Nightmare on any street

Let's enjoy our younger years

Thats multiple different figures

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Staring at our figures

It figures my life's turned bitter,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

It figures, he whoppers, figures of speak

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Put the purp in the blunt

Block niggas subtract figures and,