This is a song about "I am number four"

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

Number one position, i wanna be the greatest.

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I'm took my number and i waited in line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I gots cravin for a number nine

3 times, show me your peace sign

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before