This is a song about "I am number 1"

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

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

21 and 1 i can see that forthcoming

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I didn't get ya number, what was that again ya know

I gots cravin for a number nine

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

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

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Fuck, i was number three,

Lets come up to my city