This is a song about "Fuckin numbers"

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

But for long time i had gone cold

In numbers as her body decomposed.

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

Cus if your love was all i had

Numbers don't i see that?

(pause)........or ill put sum numbers on yo ass like a license plate,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Talking about the god you serve

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,