This is a song about "Getting his number"

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

And all the shit you went through

Im number one your number two

If your number one then i'm number two since i'm

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Lets go, we're number one

We have nothing in common

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

If his girl insist on getting sick

I'm not even getting paid, wait till' i'm number 1 next decade/

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

This is like riding through the city

Yo man bars part number three

Put my number in your phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome