This is a song about "I am number four"

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

I took my number, i waited in line

She gives me four shots and i take it

And you all will respect that

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

Lazy writing for four lyrics that's what i heard

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward