This is a song about "I am number uno"

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

The women think i am

She ain't got a man

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

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

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

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

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

I'm took my number and i waited in line

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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