This is a song about "I am number four"

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I got that number one lazer, last name beam.

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Normally i order three or four of these

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

I gots cravin for a number nine

I keep it real and take more than four minutes.

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free