This is a song about "Getting his number"

Im number one your number two

I can do better without you

My slight fo's just talk dirty

For that j number three

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I feel good, like lil wayne getting his dick sucked.

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

You was bigger than an artist

Now his wife just cries whilst getting pissed,

You showed satan that he ain't a mayor getting him in his lair

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion